My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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Brewster quickly agreed.

Rosalynn, feeling a bit pleased, was about to text Karina when suddenly her phone was grabbed from her hand.

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Shocked, she saw Brian standing there.

“Brian, | want my phone back,” she demanded.

Brian, looking unhappy, said, “Phones are full of radiation. You should use them less.” Rosalynn, slightly amused by his overprotective new father attitude, rolled her eyes internally but insisted, “I need it for work. Please give it back.” “What's going on now?” Brian asked, slightly annoyed but returning the phone to her.

“A new actress is quitting, and | have to talk to her at Skrix Art Institute,” Rosalynn explained, focusing on her phone to message Karina.

Brian, frowning, suggested, “Can’t someone else handle it?” Rosalynn, not looking up, replied, “Everyone’s busy, and I'm free.” Brian watched her, a mix of helplessness and affection in his gaze, and ruffled her hair affectionately. “You're such a workaholic. Let's go. I'll drive you.” Rosalynn lifted her gaze and inquired softly, “Aren’t you swamped with work?” Brian replied with a tender smile, “Indeed, | am busy, but you, my dear wife, are my priority.” Observing the striking man before her, Rosalynn felt a surge of warmth envelop her heart.

“Don’t worry about me. Proceed with your work. I'll manage with a taxi.” Brian gave her a reassuring nod, embraced her briefly, aBlthen moved on.

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“Remember to reimburse Mr. Hughes for the ride once you reach your destination,” he reminded her gently.

Rosalynn paused, a realization dawning upon her that Brian was referring to himself as the chauffeur.

He was offering to be her personal chauffeur.

Rosalynn slipped her phone into her pocket and gently took his arm, beaming with affection.

“Lead the way, Mr. Hughes!” At the Skrix Art Institute, Zoe sat despondently on the dance stufloor, her eyes following her classmates as they practiced their routines.

Her right ankle was visibly swollen and reddened, rendering her unable to participate in the dance.

Suddenly, a teacher tapped on the door, calling out, “Is Zoe Gilbert present? Someone's here to see you.”

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